The next day, the sky was still overcast.
Ning Qing opened her sleepy eyes, but Meng Zhengxi was no longer on the bed.
Meanwhile, from the other side of the tent, sparse sounds could be heard.
Ning Qing turned her head and saw Meng Zhengxi getting dressed.
Meng Zhengxi, who was getting dressed, keenly felt Ning Qing's gaze on his back.
Looking back at the person still sleepy on the bed, she said, "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."
Ning Qing shook her head and slowly sat up.
"General, are you going out?"
Meng Zhengxi nodded, "Okay, I'll go out and practice boxing for a while."
Ning Qing: "I'll go with you."
As she spoke, she got out of bed and began to get dressed.
Meng Zhengxi looked at Ning Qing, but the words he wanted to say to stop her were taken back.
Thinking to himself: There are many dangers around me. If he wants to stay by my side for a long time, he must at least have some ability to protect himself. Although I am confident that I can protect him, there will always be times when I make a mistake...
It's good to teach him some self-defense and escape skills now. With these skills, he can better cope with unexpected dangers.
Even if you can't handle the danger well, it's good to buy some time and wait for someone to come to your rescue.
Thinking this way, Meng Zhengxi did not refuse Ning Qing's request to accompany her.
After the two finished washing up, they came to the training ground, which was quiet and deserted at this time.
Nowadays, most soldiers spend their time washing up, eating breakfast, and then undergoing the same training routine every day.
On both sides of the spacious training ground, various types of cold weapons are arranged.
Meng Zhengxi casually picked up a sword and walked to the middle of the training ground.
Looking at Ning Qing, he said, "I'll try out all the weapons here. See which one you like best, and I'll teach you how to use it."
As he spoke, he began to wield the longsword in his hand. The moment he swung the sword, his eyes became focused and sharp, and his entire aura underwent a qualitative change.
She was like a sharp blade just drawn from its sheath, both cold and captivating.
Each strike of his sword was accompanied by a whooshing sound as if the surrounding air had been severed, creating a chilling and terrifying air gap.
This is a level that can only be reached when one has mastered weaponry to its highest degree!
Ning Qing, who was watching from a short distance away, narrowed her eyes slightly.
He couldn't help but think: It's a good thing I came along, and I've witnessed my wife's true abilities.
I had underestimated him before! I never imagined that his martial arts skills had reached such a level.
He was also silently calculating in his mind how likely it was that he could suppress him by force.
The conclusion reached was that it made her beautiful brows furrow slightly.
No, I must become stronger!
Otherwise, if you were to lose miserably in the struggle for dominance in bed... I really can't imagine what that would look like.
If I lose my offensive position, no, no, I can't... I can break my skin, I can bleed... but I can't lose my offensive position!
Meng Zhengxi, who was in the training ground, had no idea what Ning Qing was thinking.
He was still wielding various different weapons.
From knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, fishing rods, forks, tridents, clubs, lances, sticks, whips, to maces, hammers, claws, crutches, and meteors.
He used every kind of weapon imaginable.
He then looked at Ning Qing, panting and drenched in sweat.
"Have you decided? Which weapon do you like?"
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